Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2013 19:17:45 -0500
From: Natty
Subject: Diary of a University Research Subject - Part 1
Diary of a University Research Subject
By Natty Soltesz
Part 1
April 14
Chuck called a meeting tonight to tell us what we pretty much
already knew: unless we make the house repairs by May 22 – the last day
of the semester – we'll be shut down come fall.
We need eight grand to fix the house – that's already factoring
what we got from the inter-house volleyball fundraiser last month. Eight
fuckin grand. Nobody knew what to say. Chuck put his head in his hands –
that was the worst, just seeing him, who's always been on top of
everything, at a complete loss.
April 16
Tyrese caught me outside my room this morning and said he and Chuck
were having an impromptu house meeting later. He seemed genuinely excited
but all he would tell me was that he had something that might work.
I hadn't realized what a little hope will do to guys who thought
they've lost it all. That night everyone was in the common room, buzzing.
Tyrese stood up with Chuck, who looked better than I'd seen him in weeks.
"I don't have to say how important this house is to all of us,"
Chuck started in. "It's easy to forget, though, the history of it. Delta
Tau Omega was founded here in 1929. This house has a long, proud legacy,
and to give up at this point would be unthinkable not just for us, but for
all those who've come before us." The whole place was dead quiet, we were
hanging on his every word.
He held up the paper he'd been holding in his hand. It said
RESEARCH SUBJECTS NEEDED in big, bold type.
"Tyrese came across this flyer in the public health building. It's
for a research project in the Department of Infectious Diseases. We gave
them a call. They're looking for male subjects, ages 18-30, and they're
looking for a lot of them. The study involves six weeks of tests, and they
pay on a per-test basis. There is the potential for each subject to make
five hundred dollars total. If all twenty-three of us enroll we'll have
the money to fix our house in three weeks – enough time to get repairs
started, which I think will be good enough for the committee."
The place erupted. Benny gave me a high five. Colt was hugging
everybody. But Chuck and Tyrese were still standing up there, and they had
this look on their faces.
"What's the catch?" Pat said. Chuck took a deep breath. He said
the study was looking at the effectiveness of this new product called a
microbicide. It's sort of like spermicide, a cream used on a condom or
during sex, except instead of killing sperm it would kill viruses like HIV.
They aren't ready to be tested on humans, so we'd just be providing samples
on which they would test. Rectal biopsies, actual tissue from inside our
asses.
"That don't sound too bad," Colt said.
"Fuck yeah it does," Pat said, but nobody paid him any attention.
That was when Chuck dropped the bombshell and informed us that the study
was for men who have sex with men.
"Fags?" Pat said.
"To enroll in this study, you have to take it up the ass on at
least a weekly basis," Chuck said. I've never seen the mood of a group
change so much or so quickly. We were all kind of looking at each other
and immediately looking away.
"How would they know if you did it or not?" I asked. "We could
just lie and say we did, right?" But Chuck said that he and Tyrese had
talked about that, and they both agreed that it would go against Delta
Tau's pledge to act as a positive, proactive force in the university
community.
"We'd be compromising their research," Chuck said. "We'd be saving
the house but undermining everything we stand for at the same time."
"So you're saying..." Benny said, and trailed off. I think we all
knew what he was saying, the problem was actually saying it.
"I'm not saying anything," Chuck said. "This is a decision we make
as a group. All in or all out, no exceptions."
"What a fucked-up position to be in," I said.
"That's one way of putting it," Abe said. I was thinking, "Christ,
could I actually do this?"
Tyrese got up. Tyrese is probably the most respected brother in
the house. Super smart and always willing to help. So much hinged on what
he had to say.
"The main reason I rushed Delta Tau is because we know how to throw
a party. We throw the most kickass parties on campus and everybody knows
it." That brought a murmur of assent from everyone. "But there's a reason
our parties rock, and it's the real reason I rushed: it's cause we've got
the respect of the entire campus. We've got a reputation for being stand-up
brothers. If we don't have respect, we don't have anything.
"We've all been through Hell Week," Tyrese continued. "If this is
what I need to do to keep this thing alive, I'm in." There was a moment of
silence, then Colt stood up. He said, "Me too." Everyone was nodding.
And when Chuck called for a vote, everyone's hands went up – even Pat's,
though his went up last.
Now I'm lying in bed, wide awake, wondering who and how and when.
But we didn't talk about any of that yet.
April 17
We all scheduled ourselves for pre-screenings. The lady on the
phone sounded like she was expecting to hear from me, and I found out later
that Chuck had told her the score, straight up: the fact that we needed the
money, that we're straight but "committed to the research." I thought
(hoped, really) they wouldn't buy it, but Chuck said she didn't care. All
that mattered was that we fit the criteria: men, 18-30, getting it up the
ass on a weekly basis. Christ on a cracker...
After I finished writing last night I made sure Abe was asleep.
Then I got my finger wet with spit, brought my knees up to my chest and
went for it. And I have to say, it wasn't so bad. First I just played
around with it, kinda pressing in but not pressing in. And I got such a
huge bone from that. I sort of alternated stroking my bone and playing
with my hole until I got myself worked up enough to slide it inside. It
was weird – sort of hurt but sort of didn't – but goddamn did I ever
cum quick. I had stuff my head into the pillow to keep from waking up Abe.
When all was said and done I realized I'd stuffed my finger in myself to
the second knuckle – really as deep as it could go. Which is
encouraging, I guess. Not that I want it to feel good...but I guess I sort
of do, too.
All the brothers are avoiding the subject. The vibe is so weird.
Everyone's excited because we've got real hope for our house after so many
months of feeling like it was done for. But at the same time we're walking
on eggshells. Colt was horsing around with Pat in the kitchen yesterday.
He slapped Pat's ass and Pat all but decked him.
April 18
This morning Chuck picked up big jugs of lube for everyone's room.
That made it pretty goddamn real. We all ended up sitting around the
kitchen and hashing out the details. Abe and I both skipped class so we
could be involved.
Chuck's suggestion was that we stick to roommates, which I'd
considered, too – it just seemed easier. But Pat was being all
obnoxious about not wanting to take a big dick and that Ren – his
roommate – was hung like a horse. He was making such a stink about that
we all ended up measuring ourselves right there in the kitchen. Just
dropped our shorts and worked up some bones and passed around the rulers.
Ren wasn't even in the top three. That ended up being 1) Tyrese, 2) Colt,
and 3) Yours Truly. Who knew?
Pat's contention was that the three of us shouldn't get to fuck
anybody else, but Tyrese was like, "That's not fair." It was a weird
argument, cause even though I agreed with Tyrese, I didn't want to make it
seem like I was really eager to fuck a bro's butt. But if I'm taking it, I
want to get some in return, you know?
Anyway, Chuck told Pat that that would go against the group
mentality of the whole thing. "We've gotta be all in or all out in every
aspect or it's never gonna work," he said.
So roommates it was. I looked over at Abe and he looked at me and
we both just looked away. We went upstairs and the whole time I was
thinking: this is my bro, my best buddy since freshman year. Objectively I
could say Abe's a good-looking guy. But fucking him? Letting him bend me
over? I couldn't fathom it...but I guess I was anyway.
My appointment is tomorrow, and his two days from now, so when we
got back later we just decided to go for it. Abe had a fifth of whiskey
and we passed it.
"Damn dude, how are we gonna do this?" I said. Abe shook his head.
"We're just gonna do it is all. Is it cool if I go first? I just
wanna get it over with." I was kind of annoyed because I'd wanted the same
thing, but he'd said it first so I said that was okay. We bumped fists and
Abe took a deep breath and we started stripping down. He's got this great
body, all trim and muscled. He's got a great look, like an Abercrombie
guy. And I'm no slouch either, though I carry a bit more weight and kind
of have that square-jawed, football player look. But I was thinking of
this one gay guy in my Communications class – Tristan I think his name
is – and I was thinking, imagine if he could see us now. We'd be like a
wet dream to him, two straight, hot hard-bodied college jocks preparing to
get it on with each other. I mean, I've seen the way he looks at me in
class. I could just imagine him totally creaming over it, how good we
would look together. And it's weird but that started turning me on.
I didn't want Abe to see I was getting hard so I was glad he just
got right on my bed on all fours. I looked at his ass – the ass I'd be
fucking for the next four weeks. And I have to say, it's a pretty nice
ass. Muscular, smooth. Little hair around his hole. Really a virgin ass
if you wanted to think about it that way. I never would have had the guts
to say it to Abe, but I kinda liked that we were taking each other's
virginity.
I got the lube and got some on my cock then I squirted some on
Abe's hole and just went ahead and spread it around. Abe was quiet, but he
arched his back a little more to spread his hole and that kinda got me
going, too.
"You got a condom on?" he asked. I didn't so I went and put one
on. Then I got behind him and just lined things up. I braced myself with
his hips and pushed in, trying to go slow. I got the head in. Man was it
tight. I kept asking him if he was okay and he'd nod. I wondered if he
felt how hard I was and would be weirded out by that, but that was stupid,
because I had to be hard to get it in. But I felt self-conscious about
*how* hard I was. I didn't want him to know that I was totally turned on.
But it's not like it was because I'd been waiting for years to fuck my best
buddy Abe, it was just the situation, just making the most out of it. Here
was my best buddy, and circumstances had brought us to the point where we
were both willing to bend over and let the other one have a go. There was
something hot about that, just the willingness with which we were treating
each other. There'd been no build up, no seduction like with a girl. It
was just raw fucking. I got it in all the way to my nuts. But then I got
paranoid cause I wondered if he'd just expected me to put it in once and
take it out. The study said we had to have anal receptive intercourse once
a week, but what did that mean exactly, "intercourse?" If I took it out
now the deed would be done, technically – the consent form I signed
hadn't said I had to bang my buddy in the butt till I creamed.
So I slid it all the way out and sort of caught my breath, thinking
if I should say something. Abe's hole was wider than it had been – kind
of like it was gaping for air. After a minute Abe looked back at me –
his face was all red and flushed and he was out of breath too – and was
like, "What are you waiting for?"
So I slid back in. And that felt even better than the first time.
I started fucking him and he was just taking it, his body rocking
underneath me each time I thrust. I just kept going. I asked him if he
was fine and he was like, "Yeah, I'm fine," all pissy, so I just kept it
up, until he felt just like any other piece I'd knocked off.
I asked him if I could nut in him and he said he didn't care. So I
did. I grabbed him tight and by this point he was sweaty all the way down
his back. I went in deep and just blasted. And even as I was cumming
about as hard as I ever have before I was thinking, "This isn't such a big
deal, this isn't such a big deal..."
To Be Continued
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